(Verse 1) I'm the HillboyThrilla, rollin' in my GMC, Spinnin' tires, making paper, yeah, it's all on me. Haulin' brush, clearing land, I got that hustle in my veins, Hundred bucks an hour, watch me stack up all these gains. Early in the morning, when the sun starts to rise, I'm out here in the country, hear that engine as it flies. Got my schedule booked solid, ain't no time for slack, With my partner right behind me, never looking back. (Chorus) Money fallin' in my hands, like leaves off the trees, Every job I land, just another sweet breeze. Fillin' up my schedule, got no time to waste, HillboyThrilla on the grind, steady setting the pace. (Verse 2) From the hills to the valleys, everybody knows my name, Got that Hillboy service, and I'm playin' no games. Whether it's a big job or just a small load, I’m the one they call, hit me up on the road. GMC revvin', got the power and the style, Country charm, city slick, all packed in a mile. Clearing paths, making trails, with precision and speed, Every cut, every load, fulfilling every need. (Chorus) Money fallin' in my hands, like leaves off the trees, Every job I land, just another sweet breeze. Fillin' up my schedule, got no time to waste, HillboyThrilla on the grind, steady setting the pace. (Bridge) Sweat on my brow, dirt on my jeans, Living out the dream, it's more than it seems. From the roots to the skies, I rise and I shine, Hundred bucks an hour, and every penny's mine. (Verse 3) Got that country work ethic, city slick precision, Every haul, every job, executed with vision. They see me comin', know I bring the best, From the dawn to the dusk, I outwork the rest. Grinding gears, shifting lanes, making that cash flow, In the Hillboy business, you reap what you sow. Watch the schedule fill up, every slot, every day, I'm the HillboyThrilla, and I’m here to stay. (Chorus) Money fallin' in my hands, like leaves off the trees, Every job I land, just another sweet breeze. Fillin' up my schedule, got no time to waste, HillboyThrilla on the grind, steady setting the pace. (Outro) Yeah, I'm the HillboyThrilla, hauling brush and making green, Living out my dreams, chasing down that serene. Hundred bucks an hour, feeling like a king, In my GMC, let the freedom ring.